September 23, 2014
On potties
I have a new bathroom at work, one that is closer to my new office. The old bathroom was literally right outside my door. The new one is about 15 steps away, so you know, I have had to adjust.
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September 22, 2014
Fine-tuning how I spend my time
The weekend was fun and busy, with two volleyball matches, a soccer game, and lots of work around the house (homework with Zozo, and housework). M primarily worked outside and I tackled inside, including unboxing and assembling a new desk for my office. I was able to do most of it myself, which pleased me to no end and left me with a sore back (that never used to happen) and a new flat surface in my office on which to pile crap.
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September 19, 2014
I really…just…have no words
Ummmm. Okay.
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September 17, 2014
Crawling back out
I haven’t written in a long time. A LONG time. Mostly because I’ve been sick. This was different than my annual head cold/flu thing where one good day in bed kicks it and I’m pretty much back to normal. This has been two-plus weeks of hacking and coughing, gasping for air, becoming winded after walking 20 feet on a level surface, and feeling like I need a nap by 8:30 a.m. I’m still not 100%, but I’m eking ever closer.
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August 29, 2014
I need a ladder. Or maybe just a hand up.
A case of the mean reds. That’s what I’ve got. Holly Golightly explains it as a feeling of being afraid, but not knowing what you’re afraid of. Or, in my case, a general feeling of anxiety for no damn good reason. Overwhelmed. Underwhelmed. Just flat out whelmed.
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August 26, 2014
Keep Writing
When you compose an email in Yahoo, and then click it closed without sending it, the software gives you three options: save, delete, and keep writing.
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August 26, 2014
Recycle bin reckoning
Don’t judge me by my recycle bin.
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August 22, 2014
And with that, I’m going to bed.
I just spent an hour writing an insanely long post that is so damn inflammatory that I don’t think I can post it. I mean, yeah, I’ve already spouted off about finding my voice and standing up…but this one, I think, goes a little too far.
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August 12, 2014
All I can do
Ferguson burns. Tear gas and rubber bullets and hate. The rest of the county is on edge, because it hits a little too close to home. Most of us have ties to Ferguson. We were born there, grew up there, still have family there. Many of us have ties to cops, and know how much their families worry when they have to go into unpredictable situations where nothing makes sense. Because really, what’s going on up there doesn’t make sense at all. Civic leaders and even the boy’s parents are calling for peaceful demonstrations, patience to let justice work, and yet…and yet people devolve into their most base selves, channeling groupthink and blind rage and valuing stolen candy over community, ignoring their better angels who whisper, “This. This is wrong.”
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August 10, 2014
Karma. Bitch. Yup.
This morning M and I had a conversation that involved whether or not he should wear cologne. He used to wear cologne, in college. He smelled gooood, ladies. And then, once we became an official item, he stopped wearing it. Forever. “I don’t have anyone to impress,” he’d say with a smile. In fact, he said those very words again this morning.
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